Fandom JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Part 2.5: Hearts Unchained

[Remembrance]

Ezra had been running and running for so long, he had been lucky to find shelter from the ever-increasing paranoia chasing him. The thought and belief that someone was always chasing him. That someone knew where he was. Perhaps it was the exhaustion playing with his mind but he couldn't shake the idea that there was someone or something after him. Ezra picked himself back up and began his trek, he couldn't stay anywhere for long lest his tracks are followed. As he looked around, he saw in the distance the silhouette of a house; a possible place of safety. Ezra quickly looked around, making sure nobody was around just before he sprinted for the house.

His panting and breathing were heavy and loud, his anxiety kicked up as he worried if there was anybody in the house. After a few minutes of having his ear against the wall, he was almost certain there was nobody in there. Ezra paced around the house, clinging to the wall, his eyes pulled open as exhaustion weighed them down. He eventually hit a cellar door. It was unfortunately locked with a chain. A rusted chain. Ezra decided his exhaustion wouldn't get the best of him. He rubbed his hands together and slowed his breathing, just before he gripped the chain and yanked it. It didn't work. Come on... One more. He tightened his grip as he pulled on it with such ferocity, he screamed mentally. With that yank, the chain cracked apart. Ezra threw the chain to the side and entered the cellar.

Ezra wasn't expecting a lot, a good floor to sleep on would've been a godsend but what he found was much more than that. A semi-clean wood floor with a torn-up couch and desk area with a radio. Ezra celebrated his luck and immediately sat down at the desk to inspect the radio.

It was in decent condition but seemed to be a little worse for wear. It was all he could get however so he wasn't complaining. While the chair he sat in was wobbly and felt like he could cause it to collapse at any moment. But as it stood, everything was fine, his paranoia was still high in gear but it was going down. With this radio, however, he had access to a radio frequency that was meant to be used whenever he and his team would be split apart. But then he remembered, his team was killed or that's what he at least thought. There could've been someone who had survived. It was a shot in the dark for sure but he needed all the help he could get so if there was someone alive from his team, this is most likely where they'd be broadcasting.

He turned the dial to the set frequency, sitting there for but a moment before he decided to let it sit while he laid down. As he laid down, exhaustion pulled his eyes shut and as he dozed off to sleep, he heard a familiar voice. William. Ezra launched himself off the couch and immediately picked up the broadcaster.

"Checking in. This is Special Agent Ezra Aigner. Sound on." His breathing was heavy from both exhaustion and excitement. "What's the situation? Where are you?" Ezra paused for a moment, worry in his voice. "Is anybody else alive..?"
Kloudy​

 

[Assailant]

As night descended fully on the town of Locronan, one uniformed man tapped his fingers impatiently on his desk. What was taking the idiot so long?

The door quietly opened as a well dressed man entered the room cautiously.

“You... wanted to see me, sir?”

“Finally.” The uniformed man stood up and approached the fancy man. “We’re having a... problem. Insurrectionists.”

“Insurrectionists?” The dapper man raised an eyebrow. “That’s... unfortunate, but the garrison should be able to handle it. Do we need to call for reinforcements from the fatherland?”

“That’s not the issue.” The stern man pulled the other man into the room and shut the door behind him. “They’re of a special breed.” The fancy man frowned in confusion for a few seconds before a look of dawning comprehension crossed his face.

“Ah, I see. Then they could be quite valuable?”

“Possibly... and very dangerous.”

“Are you sure we shouldn’t call for reinforcements? There aren’t all that many of us...”

“Do you doubt our strength?”

“No sir! Of course not!”

“That’s what I thought. They shouldn’t be of much concern, we’ll deal with them swiftly.”

“And... would my help be desired?”

“You catch on quickly.” The fancy man saluted.

“Very well. Heil Hitler.”

“Heil Hitler.” The man left as the stern man sat down and looked down at his notes. These insurgents... if this all worked out well, they could be an outstanding asset. For the glory of Germany.

For the glory of the Reich.


Maximus moved his arms fruitlessly. The dirt surrounded him, pinning him down on all sides. How long had he been here? A minute? Hour? Day? No matter how much he thrashed, he couldn’t move a single inch. He hadn’t breathed in so long, his lungs ached. The ground shook every few seconds. He could see nothing through the dirt. Nothing but the sunken eyes of the French soldier’s corpse staring back at him, swallowed by the Earth alongside him.


Maximus woke up with a start. He groaned and wiped the sweat off his head before placing his stiff pillow back on the cot. The other soldiers in the barracks were already getting a move on: he was somewhat slow to follow suit.

“Come on greenie,” someone said as they hit the bottom of his feet. “Up and at ‘em, sunshine.”

Maximus slid off his cot and stretched before moving his thin blanket back into place. It wasn’t exactly cozy, but he’d take it.

The morning routine passed by simply. It wasn’t the exact same as what he was used to, being a new place and all, but it was close enough that he could fairly mindlessly process through it. His mind was occupied with other matters.

They’d found him. A subway on the outskirts of town, long forgotten by its denizens. The inselaffe was there... and, presumably, so was Rosie. The night before had been hectic, but they had a plan. Well, something approximating one. Soon, the group would reunite for the rescue. He just had to hope that... yes, patrol duty.

Patrol passed by with little fanfare, simply waiting for the time where he was to meet with Ace, Odiel, Hugo, and Rockefeller. He helped one French civilian getting harassed by two soldiers, but naturally the civilian just wanted to get away from him as soon as possible. He couldn’t really blame them.

As patrol commenced, Max stopped in the town plaza around the chapel. There, in the center of the plaza, was a gallows. Five people were hanged in a line, with a sign next to the gallows. In both German and French, it read “the price of resistance.”

On closer inspection, Maximus noticed one of them was wearing a nurse’s outfit. He could only hope they weren’t a friend of Rosie’s. With a scowl, he turned and continued his patrol.

Further, he noticed some bullet holes in the walls of HQ. What had happened? Rebel activity?

The time finally came to meet up with the others. He met at the planned meeting place and waited for the others.

He had a score to settle, and a debt to repay. He was going to set things right.

 

[Cyan Hide]

Odiel and Max had been led by Hugo to the entrance to the subway. Along the way, Max had split off to look for another entrance. Odiel and ugo had watched, and had seen an individual enter the subway from the main entrance. Odiel had discussed with Hugo that he looked British. She couldn't be entirely sure but there was a very good chance that he had been there target. If not, he was at least affiliated. He matched Max's description if a little bit young. Definitely not somebody who could be mistaken for Ace. They agreed that Rosie would be safe for the night, and would be unlikely to be moved if somebody had just gone in. They would be better off resting and going down there during the daytime. The three Germans split up and went their separate ways. Odiel headed to the Administration Office. She still had one last job to do.

---

Odiel opened the window to the office where she and several other clerks usually worked. Of course, the rest of them had gone home, but she had pressing business, and she had avoided the front door in case there was somebody wondering why she was here so late. Or worse, somebody who knew. She slipped in and closed the window, made her way to her desk, and loaded her typewriter with fresh paper, before taking her cigarette case and her box of matches from her desk and putting them in her pocket. She didn't light one now, though she badly wanted to. She needed to write this report. She felt no affiliation to the Nazis any more, but if she could keep them off her back for a while, and demonize Atilla Dorn in the process, then all the better. She cricked her neck, stretched, then began to type.

Naturally, the office wasn't completely empty. Even if it was purely clerical in nature, it was a military office. Occasionally, people walked by: perhaps soldiers getting orders cleared or other staff working similarly late nights. The war doesn't end just because the sun's gone down, after all. At one point, a janitor offered to brew Odiel a cup of coffee. He was always polite.

After around 10 minutes, though, something surprising occurred. A sergeant approached Odiel with a taut smile.

"Ah, Frau Krupps. Good evening." He gave a polite nod. "Burning the midnight oil? Ever the hard worker."

Odiel had declined the coffe politely. She had more than enough adreneline to keep her awake, and she didn't want any distractions. She continued to type, and had only just gotten to the beginning of the chaotic fight in the square when her superior approached. She jumped, then allowed herself a chuckle, putting on a facade.

"Good evening, herr Sergeant. It's been a very eventful day. Too eventful. I saw fit to write my report while it was fresh in my head, instead of turning in for the night and letting it fade."

The man nodded and clicked his tongue a little bit, seemingly in thought. "Yes, it has been rather eventful, hasn't it? I imagine you've heard about the incident with herr Dorn? His body was found on the streets. Neck snapped and blunt force trauma to the cranium. Interesting, isn't it? A bullet hole would make sense. Perhaps a blade wound too. This is a rather odd method of killing, isn't it? And between that and last night's incident, it's beginning to seem like we have an... unruly bunch in this town."

Odiel laughed at this like the Sergeant had told a joke. "Unruly is an understatement, sir. There's an indivual on the loose in this town who is willing to put civilian lives in danger for his goals. I can't forgive that. Anybody who would treat the lives of this town's people with such dismissive contempt is a rabid dog who needs putting down." She paused. If he knew as much as she did about Dorn, if he was privvy to the secret chain of command, he'd know that those words were practically an admission of guilt on Odiel's part. Her description of Dorn's behaviour, and the 'dog' metaphor referring to Powerwolf. If he did not know this, he'd be agreeing with her assessment. "This terrorist Insaleffe will get what's due to him," she added.

"Hmmm. Yes, we've gathered from herr Teller's report about the roaming Brit. We're working to put him down. But, you see, we have reason to believe that he wasn't involved with this one." A few others entered the room, watching Odiel closely as they spread out around the room. "He was quite the animal lover, you know. He loved to collect animals of all kind, exotic and mundane. In his collection, he had quite an interesting specimen. A parrot, if you'd believe it. It was very chatty... and the things it had to say today..." Five other soldiers looked at Odiel as the officer, taut smile still in place, pushed aside his coat and framed a handgun in its holster with his hand. "We'd like to... take you with us, for a bit. Don't make this difficult, please."

Odiel grinned herself. It was a rather spiteful grin. She got up from her desk, and sighed.

"I have worked these past year under the belief that I was serving my noble country. I turned my head away from a lot of disgusting rumors. I'd tell myself 'We're better than those inhuman monsters in Poland and Amsterdam who dress like Nazis but act like Devils on earth. Who round up their fellow man and put them in camps where they die quickly if they're the fortunate ones. I'd say that we, here, are still noble. We still have honor.' I was a fool. The poisonous rot, that is a blight to this very planet, has spread even here, to this little French town. One day God will judge us. You should all start praying for his mercy now."

[T H E W A L L] materialized behind Odiel, and she moved to the window, reaching forward to open it.

"And don't worry. This won't be difficult at all. If you wanted this to be difficult, you should have brought more men."

The officer sighed.

“I was afraid you’d say that.”

He waved his hand, and the man to his right pulled out a handgun and shot. The shot was hasty, and though it was intended for Odiel, it went wide. That said, it did pass through The Wall, where its shoulder would be.

And it slid in with a chunk as a hole appeared on Odiel’s shoulder.

Everyone else’s guns were now firmly trained on Odiel.

“Last chance, Frauleine. Stand down”

Her composure cracked, as she flinched in pain, and had to bite down to avoid crying out. She didn't think they'd shoot yet. That could have been a locky shot but she couldn't rule out that he could see her Stand. And if he could, they may have their own stands that would allow their bullets to pass through her barrier. Nevertheless, she put up a barrier to protect herself as she threw open the window and dived out, her bulky stand passing straight through the brickwork to join her. Then she ran, holding her wounded arm

“Fire!”

Bullets rained out. Many were stopped by the barrier, although some managed to break through. As Odiel fled the scene, she heard someone yell out in frustration.

“LOST BATTALION!”

After a few moments, she felt her barrier crumble down. But by now, it was too late for them. She had escaped.

---

Odiel awoke. The room had been cozy, and it was easy to break in undetected with the help of her Stand. As her own accommodation would definitely be watched, she had temporarily decided to stay at the house that would ordinarily be Rosie's if she weren't elsewhere tonight. The bandage that Odiel had applied last night was already saturated and dirty, so she first thing she did before bathing was to change it with fresh dressing. She was very lucky that she had known the location of an empty nurse's house, otherwise she may have bled out in the night, or would have had to surrender to save her own life....for a few days.

She took off her maroon jacket and left it discarded on Rosie's bedroom floor. She needed to change her appearance a little, to fit in. Unfortunately, nothing here was her size, so she had to wear her white blouse with the hole in the shoulder, tights and maroon skirt again. She looked different enough at first glance without the jacket and swastika. For further security, she tied her hair into a bun, and over it, put on one a rather childish-looking fuzzy red beret. Luckily, paired with the skirt and blouse, she looked like a somewhat sophisticated secretary, yet fortunately quite French.

After a quick breakfast of eggs, the second consecutive time she had made breakfast of boiled eggs in this kitchen, she set off towards the meeting point. She arrived at the correct time, lit cigarette in mouth, and scowled when she saw the public hanging. This town really had gone to the dogs in the short time since Dorn arrived. She mentally chastised herself. After all, she was the one who had written to him. She was the one who had brought him here. She may never rid herself of that guilt. She saw Max, and wondered how long he'd take to recognize her as she came closer.


Assailant
DJ UwU
AvidElmV2
EmeraldSplash

 

[EmeraldSplash]

Separation. It all happened so quick. Hugo was at first confused and he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that they all had their own more important stuff to do. How could they have more important stuff to do right now than the rescue of Rosie and the neutralization of the threat that was the stone spirit?! The boy wondered and was tempted to just rush all in and deal with this alone. In fact, he fought with the temptation a whole lot.

He didn't give it at the end and he spent another 2 hours trying to find something he could do to keep himself busy. Walking around, signing to himself, counting stars. As soon as his count got to 156, Hugo let out a big yawn, that reminded him that he did not sleep for a long time.

He had no trouble with sleeping in an uncomfortable positions. The life on the streets thought him that he can sleep anywhere as long as he ignores everything and just focuses on the sound that city makes.

This time it was different, for the city was uncomfortably quiet. Hugo found himself struggling to fall asleep on the hard ground full of bumps and small rocks.

After an hour of struggle he fell asleep at last. What a relief it was.

Time moved fast, Hugo dreamed about happier times. A dream where he could play in the forest with his sister was the pinnacle of happiness.

However, the joy he felt was short lived as a patrol approached the boy lying on the ground. And in a flash Hugo was woken up by a kick into the stomach.
He gasped for air for it felt as if the kick emptied his lungs.

"Are you lost child? Get up!" German soldier yelled at him. Standing straight. To that the other soldier added, "Is that blood on your shirt? Whose is it?!"

The Jewish boy could not reply because of the kick. It took him a good while to come to his senses and to even start breathing. Maybe it was because of the shock or because he left his guard down but his hands started shaking. The german soldiers thought it was from fear… It wasn't. Hugo was disoriented and completely sleep deprived as he slept only a little.

"You know what Carl, I don't like this kid. I would suggest that we would make his face the same colour as his shirt. What do you say?" the soldiers talked "oh that's a wonderful idea." and with that sentence the soldier kicked Hugo straight to the face so hard that the boy lost consciousness.

And then they beat him. An unconscious kid. On the streets. Just because they could.

Hugo woke up after a while and felt pain and a huge sting all over his face and body. He looked up and saw the two germans laughing and talking.

A rush of adrenaline overwhelmed Hugo and the pain was no longer a factor. He jumped up and picked up a sharp rock.
He attacked one German while [Was Ich Liebe] slit the throat of the other one.

And Hugo kept bashing and bashing the German's head with that rock and couldn't make himself stop.

He just bashed and bashed. Cried and cried...

Assailant
DJ UwU
AvidElmV2
Minako
Cyan Hide

 

[Kloudy]

The Inselaffe
(Locronan - SoT Subway Hideout)

The night had been a long one. Having been refreshed by the petite healer girl, William had felt no desire for rest and thus got little sleep during the darker hours. The scarce breeze that drifted through the tunnels caused him to take notice of how cold it was down in the abandonned subway complex. If one was not moving about or dying of an infection, the temperature was not particularly pleasing on the skin. It made him wonder how Liam coped with the conditions.

Of course, William had suggested to Adelaide that she mobilise some of her agents to reveal Lemon-stand user's location. He had not returned since the battle yesterday. William had tried to provide support, but he had been simultaneously shut down by an unknown force and then attacked back in the subway by a young Italian girl. Adelaide had said that the girl escaped, leaving the British man with a very unsettled feeling of discomfort. Loose ends were very bad for the mission in his experience. Perhaps she would be scared straight enough to return to her homeland. William grimaced at the thought of having to silence yet another potential witness. His profession was a nasty one at times, but he consoled himself with the fact that it was for the greater good. There were Germans, Nazis and Fuhrers doing far worse across the European borders.

The issue William now faced was one of concealment. By now, the occupational Nazi administration in the town were aware of his existence and likely suspected him to be some kind of agent. His features were somewhat French-seeming, but his accent was clearly British. The spy got up from his perch on the arm of a leather couch with a muttered curse. If only he had not failed in dispatching that bloody patrolman on that fateful night. Without his testimony, William's existence in Locronan would have remained unknown. He had lucked out by quickly establishing contact with Liam, until he lost him again, but the situation was tenuous at best. He needed a way to contact Mission Control and report his findings.

Speaking of lucking out, the Brit's mood had been lightened slightly upon discovering that one from his original team had actually survived Nazi capture. Special Agent Ezra Aigner. William had endeavoured on several missions with the man previously and trusted his judgement and his professional skill. It would be callous of him to have had to choose between those on his team to survive, but William was glad that it was Ezra. He really needed someone he could rely on.

Ezra was due to arrive sometime after dawn. It was not ideal, William would have preferred he come under the cover of darkness, but there was no time to wait the whole day out until nightfall. With Liam missing, William's options were shrinking again and it was only a matter of time before the bastard jerries began closing in on him. They needed action now, preferably accompanied with a plan to reestablish contact with Britain.

His frown increased as he pondered what to do next, pacing back and forth in a pensive manner. A multitude of ideas and strategies came to mind, but he needed more time to properly formulate them. And food. He now realised he was actually quite hungry given he hadn't been eating properly for the past two weeks. William honestly had no idea how he was even still alive despite all he had been through. He felt like he had gone through a whole world war all on his own. Making his way to the improvised kitchen laid into a stairwell off to the side of the tunnel's platform, William noticed the sleeping form of the girl who had healed him. Rosalina, he believed her name was. She had been sleeping with some fitful stirring ever since she had healed him last night. He would have thanked her properly otherwise.

He nudged her arm gently at first, then prodded a little rougher to wake her up, "Rosalina? Wake up. It's morning."

Minako
Remembrance

 

[Remembrance]

Ezra walked with an awfully careful demeanor; the ground he trod was not a familiar one and thus, leaving tracks that could lead to him or otherwise comprising his location would be rather foul of him. It was one thing to survive a horrific event and think all of your coworkers were dead, and another to lead the enemies to one of the only survivors. William, a man he respected beyond belief was someone he would hate to lose. Will had told Ezra that he was staying in a subway. Oddly enough, Ezra had heard some peculiar sounds beneath the static of the radio. It could've been anything but it distinctively sounded like a soft moaning or perhaps it was soft snoring. It was peculiar but Ezra tried his best not to think about it. He knew if he dwelled on the matter for too long, he'd start his newest paranoid episode.

As he approached the subway, he spotted two people posted by the subway entrance. Ezra's mind ran wild but Will had reassured him that these people were supportive of his endeavors. Ezra neared the entrance and what he saw as two sentinels, both wearing civilian clothes and bandanas; remembering what Will had told him, Ezra announced his name although his British accent must've given his status away.

~~~

Ezra walked down the steps and onto the subway platform. He surveyed the area with his eyes darting across the room. His brows were furrowed and his stare inspected whatever seemed important. The clutter on the floor left behind by passerbys; the cold metal that made up the tracks seemingly still ringing; and the feeling of being oblivious to the rest of the world.

As his eyes adjusted further and he walked in further, he saw what he presumed to be William. Though what he presumed to be JUST William in this subway, he saw beside him a young woman. Ezra chuckled with delight as he walked behind William and rested his arm around his shoulders.

"So, dear old friend." Ezra held back his laughter. "You bedded a nazi?"
Kloudy
Minako​

 

[Minako]

Spoiler: Flashback Dream

"WAIT! IRENE! WAIT! ELIAS! HE'S STILL OUT THERE!" The tiny brunette pleaded with her friend, who was dragging her away so strongly she was legitimately worried Irene might just rip her arm clean off!

"IRO! RO!" Keep also pleaded.

"WE CAN'T! THERE'S NO TIME! WE HAVE TO GET YOU TO SAFETY! IF THEY FIND AND TAKE YOU, IT'S ALL FOR NAUGHT! EVERYONE WHO'S DIED! EVERYONE WHO WILL DIE! IT'LL ALL BE FOR NOTHING!" Irene barked, continuing the run.

The little medic could hardly keep up, and her breathing was already getting harder.

"But-- I--!!"

"He'll be fine! He'll be FINE!"

Those were empty words. She knew they were empty words... but...

Maybe... Just maybe...

"No! No, they're going to kill everyone! Please! Please! Eli---"

"LOOK, WE JUST HAVE TO PRAY AND HOPE THAT HE'LL BE OK! BESIDES, I HATE TO POINT THIS OUT, BUT HE DOES HAVE THE BLONDE HAIR AND BLUE EYES THEY'RE AFTER! MAYBE THEY'LL SPARE HIM!"

"Y-yes, but he's also wearing the french army uniform! Th-they wouldn't spa--"

"Well, then, maybe he'll be smart enough to play spy or some crap and grab a dead Nazi's uniform or something!" Irene blurted while speeding up.

How... How could she...

The little medic knew they were here for her, and if anyone was going to fight for her safety and survival it was going to be her lover, but...

Mustering all her strength, The little medic broke from Irene's grasp as she ran off and could only hear Irene screaming at her... And ran right towards where the Nazis were coming... Because she knew that's where her Elias was...


To her horror, her precious Elias was face to face with a Nazi! She had almost got to the entrance of the base, where they were, but she didn't reveal herself as she peaked through to see the scene using a nearby building as cover. His handsome, once gentle, kind, and compassionate demeanor was now just portraying rage and defiance (and a bit covered with blood)... Oh no... The Nazi over-powered him and took his gun, throwing it far away!

Just when the little medic thought all hope was lost, her heart dared to beat again when she found the Nazi, while he had his rifle to Elias' chest, didn't shoot...

Wait...

Oh... Oh no... He's using the barrel of his rifle to move Elias' jacket slightly to show his shirt underneath, like he was looking for something, and the Little Medic almost couldn't breathe as it dawned on her what was going on: This must have been one of the men who fought Elias yesterday... And he remembers where he had hurt Elias...

"I shot you yesterday," They plainly stated in crude french, disturbingly not surprised.

"...Guess you just have lousy aim," Elias, for the first time since the little medic had known her love, was acting cocky and smug and sneering while teasing the soldier of the opposing army, "You should work on that."

"Hm...You look like one of us, you know. You could pass off for one of us easily, with your blonde hair, light skin, and blue eyes... Tell me, why fight for these frog-eaters?"

This monster was luring him into a false sense of security... He was trying to gain Elias' trust so he would talk while simultaneously insulting him and the rest of their friends! Such scum!

"My father was French, but my mother was German. I guess I inherited most of my physical traits from her," Elias hissed an answer.

"...Tell me who and where your healer is and maybe, just maybe, I won't kill you where you stand, Half-breed," They warned, and it made the little medic's blood run cold as she could almost feel them smiling as they threatened her love, adding, "I might even be able to help you join OUR ranks. No one would ever have to know you fought against us. We could take the healer and burn this place and everyone else in it to the ground. No one has to know. All you need to need to do is bring them to me. I'm offering you literal salvation."

...Do it... Elias...

It's ok... Just betray her...

The little medic wasn't worth it... She wasn't... Please... Just say her name... JUST LIVE!

"They're already long gone from here... and, I will never be one of you," Elias responded after a moment... And then spit at him.

"Wrong answer," They duly replied... Shooting him right through the head with their rifle.

The medics eyes were flooded with tears as she tried to muffle her cries by covering her mouth, and in a mournful panic, Keep began screaming bloody murder as a slicing sound haunted the small medics ears while the part of Keeps torso that was under her left breast cut open and her gray-skinned partner frantically tried to heal herself. This had happened before when devastating things had happened to the small medic, many times, usually around her wrists and forearms, which is why the apparition covered the unsightly scars, but never to this degree and never to where it was bringing Keep this much pain!

Oh no, the monster may have heard her cries or something, as she could now hear their footsteps hurriedly coming her way, but before she could do anything else she was muffled and pulled away! Panicked, the little medic struggled and writhed until--

"Shh! Be quiet, you idiot! It's just ME!" Irene lowly hissed while running off faster than before, and the tiny Medic couldn't be more relieved.

"I-irene... Elias... h-he.. H-he--!"

"Sssh...! I know, I saw and heard too, ok?! I know! I'm sorry... But please... We have to hide you...! We can't let his sacrifice be in vain!"

Oh god... Elias... Elias is gone now... Why... Why did God take him away from her...?

"C'mon, they're gonna catch up to us! This way!" Irene finally stopping dragging her and stopped on a dime, quickly running into a nearby hangar.

"Come on, come on, dammit! There's gotta... There's gotta be one!" Irene desperately but lowly growls as she's desperately looking for something, then gasping upon seeing a small, opened crate in the back right-hand corner of the hangar, behind the planes, she finally had a lighter expression as if she had found what she'd been looking for.

"Aha! Okay, get in! HURRY!" She ordered while she pried the crate's lid to the side so Rosie could squeeze in. Luckily it was open, but the final nail on the lid wasn't off yet, so if the lid was put back carefully it would seem like an unopened supply crate full of just straw.

The only problem was, aside there only being enough room for the tiny medic in the tiny crate, the rest of the crates were actually not open, and they had neither the time nor strength to open another... Plus, it would be suspicious to just find supplies next to crates that were supposedly unopened...

"I... Irene... It's too small... We can't both fit..." The tiny medic, still flooding tears, barely choked out as she hoped against hope Irene wasn't planning what she already knew in her heart she did.

"...I know. Get in--"

"No! Please! There's got to be another--"

"There's not! Look, the Nazi's might search this hangar any minute...! You hide here, in the crate and under the straw, for a little bit while I sneak out of here and go lead them away from here! I'll make sure they believe Elias, if they think you've already left they shouldn't bother searching the place once we're all dead, but you get out of here SOON AFTER THE NAZI'S LEAVE, JUST IN CASE, understand!?"

"N-no-- Irene-- No-- Pleas--"

Before she could say or do anything else, Irene scooped her into a tight hug... And then stuffed her into the crate...

The tiny medic would could only muffle her cries while her apparitions arms kept bleeding and bleeding.


They knew they were never gonna see Irene ever again.

"Mmm... Irene... Don't... go..." The little once nurse muttered quietly in french, still asleep mostly, but morning bringing Ro slowly back into consciousness...

"Mmm-mmmmn..." The moment the prodding became a tad rougher she then let out a sound that was sort of a combination of a groggy groan and a squeak that were protesting being prodded at by...

Oh... Who was prodding her?

The tiny little nurse's eyes began slowly fluttering open, though it took her mind a moment to catch up with her body.

There was a voice, she could have sworn had said her name, and it... Well, it was almost decipherable to her morning mind... The voice was in English, right?

Shoot, her mind missed it by a moment, and it was miracle her ears didn't. All to say that she was just barely still sleepy enough to not really understand what they said.

As her brain raced to "turn on", the figure in her groggy vision became clearer, and after nearly a minute, she finally saw the dark-haired man she barely remembered from last night.

The one who abducted her and took her from Ace.

The one who had sepsis and needed healing.

She didn't know how or why she had a blanket covering her, but a tiny gasp escaped her mouth as she became fully conscious and she just kinda sat up and covered her upper body with the blanket (like her cloak and its hood) and began shaking and trembling in fear. One second before she did she manage to notice there was yet another dark-haired man behind them, and though she didn't catch what they said, she gathered they must have been conversing and Rosie interrupted them.

"O-oh... Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt... Sorry," She quietly muttered, turning her head away from them and tensing up more, still trembling.

It was at this point Keep popped up. She didn't look too happy, but her stern frown (directed right at William) showed hesitance and it didn't take her long before extending her hand, much like a traffic guard when they tell a car to "STOP" and "BACK OFF", clearly indicating she didn't want him any closer to Ro for another moment longer.

Sure, Keep didn't harbor any ill will towards the man since she understood his situation and he seemingly didn't harm Ro while she slept, but she also did not harbor any FAVOR towards the man, either.

The magenta-haired, grey skinned apparition wasn't a huge fan of bossing decent people around, but, well... At the end of day, she didn't know this man, nor was his first impression anything to write home about either.

Keep and Ro had saved his life, and both parties knew this, so the grey-skinned apparition wasn't shy about demanding this man start increasing his distance a bit away from Ro.

The tense moment was broken up by Adelaide, holding a plate of scrambled eggs on toast and a saucer of milk to the side with one hand... And a small orange tabby on another.

"Hey, hey! It's ok! It's ok! Look, FOOD! We're not gonna hurt you! We're... uh... We're the good guys! I promise!" Adelaide blurted in french and promised while placing the plate on Rosie's lap and, not being a user, was completely unable to see Keep.

Which was all for the better because the look on Keeps face was once of disbelief and confusion, especially when she glanced over at William.

"G-good guys...?" The tiny blonde muttered, eyeing the food, but not touching it.

"Yeah! Look, I took care of your cat like you asked! Fine and dandy!" Adelaide reported as she set the cat down on the floor beside the couch Rosie was sitting on and took the saucer of milk from Rosie's plate and placed it on the ground for the cat to drink.

"Thank you very much..." Rosie nodded slowly, still eyeing the food, but this time slowly making an effort to reach for it after a very loud grumble came from her stomach.

"Oh, I guess this must be the friend you were talking about," Adelaide sighed as she noticed the new person behind William, adding, "Christ, man, if Liam knew you invited not one, but TWO people to his base he would have, and then promptly THROW, a kitten!"

"Mao!" The little orange tabby popped their head out of their milk dish with impressive speed and stared at Adelaide.

"What? Oh, NOT YOU, damn cat!" Adelaide rolled her eyes while stating.

The little orange tabby hissed at her in response, and then went right back to gorging itself on the milk.

"Oh, I know I'm not being given attitude by some cat I just fed!" Adelaide retaliated.

"H-he must be a horrible person if he's going around throwing kittens!" Rosie, whose voice was finally at a normal volume, gasps and grabs the little orange kitten as if to attempt to protect it from all of them, Keep shaking her head like a disappointed mother at everyone as well while sighing.

"WH- OH NO NO NO NO! He's great, he's great! I promise! I didn't mean that literally! I swear!" Adelaide back-pedaled so fast a cyclist would be impressed, though Keeps unamused stare meant she clearly wasn't back-pedaling fast enough.

"Oh, okay..." Rosie cautiously set the little orange tabby down again (he was still hungry, afterall) and then again cautiously began to reach for her food.

"Er, uh, You must be thirsty! Let me get you some milk or your own, aha..." Adealide nervously (almost frantically) offered while rushing back to where she came from to get Rosie a glass of milk.

"Oh, okay... Thank you... You don't have to..."

"Before I freaking ruin any chances this healer has of joining us... The healer Liam risked his life to get here... Jesus, what's wrong with me?! Better not come back til I've had coffee... Maybe it can wash down the taste of my feet from my mouth..." Adelaide sighed and mumbled mostly to herself while walking back to the kitchen.

Rosie was cautiously and hesitantly reaching for her food, clearly wondering if there was anything wrong with it, while Keep just stared at Adelaide until she was out of sight with a raised brow and hands on her hips in confusion.

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[AvidElmV2]

Rockefeller saw Odiel, Max, and Hugo off before he started his own departure with Liam. He was stopped halfway to town by an intense fatigue and the realization that he hadn't eaten at all throughout the day. While settling into the shrubbery for a snack, he thought to reflect on his brief but eventful introduction to Locronan. It helped to pass the time, recollect important details and, most importantly, make his jerky dinner go down smoother.

In his short time here, he'd narrowly avoided death by stampede, was almost eaten by an elephant, and was a hairs breadth away from being mauled by dogs. He'd been made aware that his wholly unique gift, the power of the Stand, wasn't so whole, but still mostly unknown, thankfully. What concerned him most was the number of Stand users present in Locronan, as well as the arms race revolving around nurse and miracle worker Rosie. He was no more privvy to the details of her circumstances than his own, but he was aware of one thing: so long as she stayed in Locronan, she was in more danger than she could possibly know. The abnormalities of his stay had almost made him forget about, and even yearn for a simpler time where he was only being shot at by the locals. "Damnit!" The man cried out suddenly, scrambling to stand. "We left Dorn behind! He must have been found by now... Where the hell am I supposed to sleep now? Locronan will be crawling with patrols..." He started to scarf down the rest of his granola bar, speaking through mouthfuls of chewy meat, before his gaze fell on Liam. Locronan would definitely be on lockdown, but someone had to get this man to a hospital soon. Promises were made on his part, if anything.

Making the trek back into town with Liam on his shoulders, if ever there was a time Rockefeller regretted coming to Locronan, it would be now. Crystal Dolphin made dodging patrols much easier with its range, as if the night didn't do enough to lower visibility. Regardless of all his talents, Rockefeller was rendered truly helpless in the face of the hospital. Would he be able to admit Liam without drawing attention to himself? Surely there was paperwork involved at some point in the process, and even then, it would just seem suspicious for a one armed man in fatigues to bring in an unconscious person. He deposited Liam on the side walk, a few paces away from a window with some light still burning behind it, and retreated across the street to watch in silence. Curled up on the sidewalk, Rockefeller grew anxious as the seconds turned into minutes, which likewise creeped towards hours. He was determined to stay until someone took Liam in, and wouldn't sleep a wink until that happened, but this was getting ridiculous. There was no abandoning his charge, only rethinking his approach, and as infantile as the plan was it was all he had to work with. Looking up and down the street, Rockefeller filled his fist with all the stones he could find got to work.

He flicked them from his place of safety, each plinking harmlessly off the window in calculated pace. Nothing came of his efforts in spite of the attempt, but he had no intention of slowing in spite of his anxieties. He was three batches of pebbles In, going on four, when a figure he couldn't fully make out arrived at the window. He shrunk behind the closest obstruction he could find and watched them disappear, the front door to the hospital swinging open a few minutes later. "Hey, who the hell is that? Show yourself!" Rockefeller stifled his labored breathing with a hand, praying in his breath that they noticed Liam quickly. There was silence for awhile, but the figure never moved, and from what he saw they never went to examine Liam. What could they be doing? "I see you over there! Come out!" Rockefeller gasped and burst from his hiding place, booking it down the street in record time. Behind him, he heard the voice call out still. "Hah, there you are, dumbass! Hey, stop! Wait!"

Fooled! Bamboozled by such a shameless ploy! Still, there was no way Liam hadn't been seen. His mission was complete, and with that, Rockefeller retreated back to the grove outside of Locronan to rest for as long as he could.

The sun rose and Rockefeller awoke to complete what few morning rituals he could entertain. His fatigues were ruined from dog bites and gunshots, so he changed into a foreign yellow-orange tunic with similarly colored trousers, tucking the pants legs into his boots. More eye-catching the battledress? Less than bullet holes and blood stains? Time would tell, as it tended to do. "My only change of clothes. My last change of clothes... I'll need to get more after this. How did I last so long?" The man murmured to himself, heading back into Locronan with all his things packed. True to his word, he intended to follow every lead he could to locate the party Hugo was leading, but it ended up being a clueless scavenger hunt more or less. He stumbled upon the three by accident, starting in on his third stick of jerky in just that morning when he turned to find a bloodied Hugo bawling in the street next to a pair of corpses. "Hugo?" His meager meal met the floor, dropped from his gaping mouth. Rockefeller kneeled next to the youth, his eyes mostly on the bodies for a time before he circled around to help him to his feet. "Hugo, stand. I'll do something about the bodies, but you can't be seen like this. Do you hear me, Hugo? You have to stand."

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Maximus did his best to appear normal. He spent some time walking around the vicinity keeping an eye on things. Civilians often ducked away from his gaze. He wasn't happy with it, but honestly it was for the best right now. Less of a chance of them getting involved. So when he saw a civilian directly approaching him, he was a bit surprised. Perhaps they had something to report or complain about.

"Guten morgen", he spoke pleasantly enough. "Is there something I can..." he paused, realization beginning to dawn on him. "Ah, Frau Krupps. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you at first." He turned away from here, keeping an eye on the surroundings. He couldn't appear to just pleasantly be chatting to civilians. Not on the job, anyway. That didn't stop him from continuing. "I hope your report went well. Why are you in such casual clothing?"

The style didn't really suit her, though he wouldn't say that to her face. Who was he to judge? He didn't take her for the kind of women to dress in such... outspoken attire. He expected her to wear more demure outfits. Perhaps that was hastily judged though, he did only just meet her. Besides, it's not like it mattered.

"Ace and the others appear to be running late. We may have to proceed to the op and hope we meet them along the way."

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Odiel was pleased with how close she had to get before Max recognised her. And he was an associate, who was expecting her here at this time. This was reassuring. "The report didn't go well. Dorn had a talking crow that made its report first, before I could tell my side. I'm now officially a wanted traitor. They were in on it, Max. They knew Dorn was a Stand user, knew that he cared nothing for civilian lives. They...they knew..."

She appeared downcast, and it was easy to see why. She was a good German, an honorable German, somebody who would have been celebrated in the time of Kaiser Wilhelm. And now she was being punished for it because she fought against some kind of Nazi conspiracy. She shook her head. "But if you took this long to recognise me, then I should be safe, for now. This hat is Rosie's. I stayed in her house for the night, and needed to alter my appearance and ditch my blood-stained jacket." She gestured to her arm, which on closer inspection wasn't an intact blouse, but there was a hole, with white bandages beneath it. Again, not something you'd spot at first glance. Odiel had been careful.

Odiel stopped, and gestured Max to silent too, as she appeared to listen and concentrate. "I think I hear somebody crying. Call me a bleeding heart but I'm going there first. Traitor or not, this is still my town, and I will to it that it remains safe and orderly."


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Hugo's body was getting warmer and warmer from the pain and from the physical activity. He was used to being untouched, when something went down he always had his guardian spirit, his stand, by his side.

This time he took the situation and the life of the young Nazi into his own hands. Something broke inside of him. He wanted to hurt him with his own hands. He wanted him to feel the same thing that he has done to Hugo.

However, after a dozen of hits with that rock, the Jewish boy felt shame rise in him. How did he let his guard down so much that he did not react in any way to stop this from happening.

The boy's attention was caught by a person kneeling next to him, trying to help him to his feet.

Hugo jumped up in confusion, threw away the rock and looked at the person. Hugo did recognise him, however he did that in the back of his mind for his unawareness in the heat of the moment.

And like an injured animal looking for protection from the world, he brought up his [Was Ich Liebe] behind him and waited how the German would react.

"Get back! I've had enough" he said stuttering.

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Ace’s night had been uneventful, except for using Heavensent to enter people’s houses and steal from them what he thought would be useful. He had already decided to go all-in on what he thought the Nazi’s motives would be. He returned to the hotel after thinking he had stolen enough resources, entering through the back door, he returned to his room and, after briefly checking on what he had gathered, he slept through the night without any troubles.

He woke up a little earlier than expected, he took a shower and, after changing clothes, ordered breakfast from what the hotel was offering. He was about to leave for the meeting place when he remembered Rosie’s binder he picked up, after asking to use the phone, he dialed the number written inside, his mind filled with ideas of what was waiting for him on their conversation.

Minutes later, Ace hung up. He thought of what he had learned in the conversation. While it had no relation with the Brit or where she was taken, it was still important, both for Ace and, especially, Rosie. With this information there was one thing he was completely sure of, he had to get her back quickly and uphold his part of the deal.

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It was not until Ace arrived at the plaza when he realized he was late for their meeting. He had taken a detour, going near the patrols, stealing any small firearm that wouldn’t be easily noticed when missing, he had already occupied his own against Dorn and would new ones, especially now.

Ace stood in front of the gallows, staring at the bodies hanging, while he didn’t know any of the people who died, he didn’t like the display, either it was one hell of a coincidence or the message was directed to them.

Finally turning away from the gallows, he looked around, searching for the rest of the group. He quickly noticed Max, due to his appearance, and approached him. He didn’t recognize Odiel until he was pretty near them, and when he did, he also noticed the bullet hole on her shoulder. He smiled and spoke up “Hey, where are the others?” His smile intact, he was holding in the urges of telling her I told you, at least for now.

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"I'd call that a fate worse than death, but we've been in 'that' facility..." William responded to Ezra's joke with what was almost attempted mirth, turning out more ragged in his tone.

Turning from the healer, he faced the other Brit and patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"It's good to see you. There are not many allies in this land for an Englishman."

Ignoring the strange comedy sketch Adelaide, Rosie and the cat were putting on, William then sought to make his way over to where there was food. His eyes did briefly glance at Keep, interested in the alien composition of its body. Stands were an unknown factor in modern science and British intelligence would love to hear a report on this fascinating new phenomena. If William hadn't been so drastically distracted as of late, his mood may have lightened thinking about writing such a report. After all he had been through, a nice desk job or even retirement would be a godsend. He wasn't even particularly old, but the spy felt like he had aged decades in the past few weeks.

"Have you been able to contact mission control?" William enquired back to Ezra over his shoulder, busying himself with toast and butter.


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Ro kinda just decided even if the food was safe to eat (which it probably was) she wasn't really very hungry.

Well, actually, that was a lie, she was starving, but she felt if she ate right now she might vomit it up or something... Plus, it wasn't exactly like she was in a mood to eat, anyway, what with waking up in a strange place with strange people, and one of which for sure kidnapped and threatened her as well as, like the Nightmare Nazi, made it clear they could kill her at any given moment.

She held her knees closer to herself and wrapped the blanket tighter around her after placing the eggs to the side (despite her loudly grumbling and rumbling stomach wanting to rebel against such an act and just CONSUME) and decided to stay quiet. She figured she couldn't run away since that mans stone entity would catch her in a heartbeat and probably punish her for attempting to escape lord knows how, but she did at least want to ask if this man could let her go or if there was anything else he was going to request of her (surely there wasn't now that he had gotten what he wanted out of her, right?)... In the end, however, the little once nurse decided she didn't dare interrupt him eating. Or his conversation with this other person who wasn't there last she was conscious.

She trembled a little bit while in the "security" of the blanket, tensing up with each somewhat audible stomach grumble, and actually felt kinda bad unintentionally listening to her captors conversation, like she was eavesdropping intently or something. She didn't 100% understand exactly what he was saying verbatim, but it was close enough, and she wondered if he'd hurt her should she show any signs she understood him right now...?

Best just zip the lip and hope they neither minded or cared and not take that chance. The more she thought of them being angry of her "eavesdropping" the more panicked she became.

Perhaps she should just space out? Just in case?

...She really wished she could be with Gerard right now...

Ack! No, no! She didn't want her mind to go THERE either!




The kitten, opposite of his new human foster mother, lapped up the milk from their saucer gluttonously, as growing kittens do. Quite carefree, actually.



Keep was relieved the (apparently British?) man walked away from Rosie, though she raised her eyebrow when he glanced at her again. It was pretty obvious this man wasn't great news, but Keep was content to see he never-minded her user (as when Ro GOT his attention it ended up with her being dragged to some unknown place).

The gray-skinned apparition kept a stern face and stance, however, briefly staring at the new person while they remained close, clearly indicating they weren't welcome a step closer to Ro (or the kitten either), and Keep was a second away from dismissing this new man and shooing him off to go be with his "buddy". Keep had some sense of preservation, however, and just maintained a defensive stance and stern expression.

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Ezra didn't reply to Will's comment on the facility, it had a profound effect on his already paranoid psyche. His eyes had widened to memories of all the screaming and pain, he looked down at his hand and could only see the blood and scars of cuts.

Returning to the present only after Will had patted his shoulder, he saw him begin a walk to wherever he was going. But as Ezra watched Will walk, he saw him take a glance to the side. Ezra moved his eyes towards that direction and found something he couldn't exactly rationalize. A gray-skinned alien-like being, arms clad with bandages, dressed like a scrubber would. Ezra turned his head and looked towards the ground, his head spinning with thoughts. Was he actually losing it this time? Was his mind so fractured he was seeing creatures not of this world? Had he been reading too many books?

Ezra was pulled out of his mind as Will asked if he was able to contact mission control. Ezra replied with a head shake: "I never thought to." Ezra's voice sounded distant like his mind was off elsewhere. His thoughts had returned and he held his tongue to not mention the alien staring at him with a sharp gaze. He steadied his breathing, telling himself that these apparitions and beings from another world weren't real; that they couldn't hurt him.

Looking towards Will, viewing upon what he was preparing, he asked: "Mind preparing a serving for me?"​

 

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Maximus was going to respond to Odiel, but he was silenced by her statement. It was true: it was faint and far off. It would be hard to hear, had it not been pointed out. Maximus nodded and began moving to the source of the noise. He doubted the Brit would be going anywhere, at this rate. He might as well check it out.

As it turned out, the crying was at the station, right where they wanted to be. And there, on the ground...

"Scheisse!" Maximus said in disbelief as he looked at the floor. He glared at Hugo with fiery eyes. "You blithering, whimpering idiot! That better have damn well been necessary. Unless they were actually going to kill you, you've just caused a significant deal more trouble for all of us!" What was the boy thinking? He knew he was insane, but this?! "Better just hang all of us now and save the garrison the trouble." He put his head in his hands. With a scowl, he looked to Odiel. "I have no idea how we're gonna get out of this one. Command is already going to be on high alert due to a renegade and a spy. Throw an immature, unstable sociopath into the mix, and the Luftwaffe might as well just wipe this town off the map."

He was exaggerating, of course, but he was beginning to become frustrated. Trying to clean up the mess this group was making was, he imagined, much like a father repeatedly telling their son not to draw on the walls and still being made to clean it off. If the crayons were blood, and the walls were an entire town.

This week was really not working out for him.

 

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Ace followed the Germans, he didn’t know where they were heading off to until he could hear Hugo’s crying getting louder and louder. Once they arrived at the scene, he stayed quiet for a short time, honestly, he was surprised, he knew the kid was somewhat odd but wasn’t expecting to see him like this in such a short time. He wondered whether Hugo should’ve gone with him instead of letting him go alone, he didn’t really regret what he did but was certainly worried about him. Ace dropped the though when he heard Max speak, his brow furrowed, he was angry. Unlike what happened with Dorn, it wasn’t just petty revenge, Ace really didn’t like how he acted. In his eyes, the kid was clearly scared and agitated, and yelling at him wouldn’t do any help, Ace really wanted to knock him out or something similar but didn’t. Not because they were allies, but because he couldn’t harm him through Fields of Verdun.

Ace glared at Max “Drop it, Fritz.” He said through clenched teeth, he wanted to say more but kept quiet and exhaled. He walked towards Hugo and, ignoring both Was Ich Liebe and Rock, knelt in front of him.

“Calm down, kid.” Ace spoke slowly and calmly, looking straight into his eyes. “Look at me. You’re fine, nothing’s gonna happen to you now.” Heavensent slowly appeared behind Ace, moving towards the bodies and making them disappear, one by one. “Take a deep breath and calm down, I’ll take care of it, you can explain to me later what happened. If you feel like it, but for now, take your time.”

Ace stood up, Heavensent returning and disappearing once all the blood and bodies were gone. He didn’t bother to turn around and face the Germans. He only trusted Max because of Odiel, but now, he didn’t want him around.

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Hugo bared his fangs and Rockefeller faltered, raising his hand in meager defense. The phantom gleam of Was Ich Liebe's sickle was as effective as any spoken threat. "No, no, no! I'm here to help you, you utter buffoon!" He gestured at the corpses, backing towards them. "It's me, Rockefeller. From the cemetery? I was there with you when Rosie... No, Esther woke up! Remember, Esther? Your lovely, lovely sister?" He forced a smile, his attempt to feed whatever delusion he suspected the youth was under, but the panicked twitching of his hands was evident. Under the assumption that Hugo would be appeased by that, he started to pull the guards off the road by their collars, appearing mostly unburdened by their weight. In taking regular glances back at Hugo, he became aware of just how badly beaten he was. If it wasn't for as much blood being on his knees as his face, he'd imagine all of it was his. " I don't know where we're going to hide the bodies." He said suddenly and steadily. "I don't know to do about your clothes, either... But I can, maybe, do something about your wounds. Do you trust me, Hugo?"

Before any sort of answer came, the rest of the group crowded onto their half of the street. It was conspicuous and loud, two things you didn't want on their own, let alone with two bodies sitting not even a full foot away from them all. Rockefeller looked no less pleased at the development than he had to be threatened earlier, but nothing come of it. Instead, he rather quietly circled around to stand at Ace's right side as he spoke, facing Hugo. Rockefeller started to breath alongside the youth himself, his hand balled at his side. When a moment of vulnerability presented itself in Hugo's breathing, Rockefeller stepped forward with a vicious punch to the stomach, striking with just his pinky finger oddly enough. If it hit, Hugo would find himself gasping for every breath of air after a moment of undisputed agony, and that was in the best case scenario. Rockefeller wrapped his arm around Hugo to keep him standing and turned to the group with him, about ready to sweat bullets but keeping his face nonetheless.

"This isn't what it looks like, and yes, I can explain."
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His hands were fidgeting, shaking. His body was in pain and the person in front of him raised his guard. Hugo was not prepared or healthy enough for this and it's true that he did not want any of this to happen in the first place but these situations are something he was used to. They always got from bad to worse in a split second.

As the person spoke to Hugo a ray of light shone through his memories as he remembered rockefeller. However it wasn't enough memories as to trust him and so Hugo stayed on alert. Even when Rock tried to move the bodies. Although the Jewish boy did not lower his stand, he wanted to. Something was stopping him from doing so and he could not point out what it was. A problem like this has never happened before and so it left Hugo doubting himself. And while he was thinking about all of this, he did not move an inch, watching rock carefully and not saying anything, waiting for something.

All of a sudden the whole group gathered and Max, whom he recognised too quickly and too well started blaming Hugo for what he did and that could not stand. How dare he say these things. They beat Hugo, it is true he wasn't sure they were going to kill him but what was he to do... Risk it? No... Hugo's hands stopped shaking and his body stood still.
He focused on the blood everywhere around him. Suddenly the blood rose from the ground on both right and left side of Hugo. It started levitating. And as soon as it went stationary, it transformed from a disfigured liquid into a shards of sorts that were as sharp as a knife.

And as a result of him trying to intimidate the group, he made these "blood shards" shoot themselves in front of the group's feet. They cracked the ground and stuck in it. "Dirty Nazi pig..." Hugo said slowly through his teeth as if he was fighting with himself in saying it.

Then something happened, something Hugo did not expect. Ace walked slowly and full of confidence towards him. Hugo did not react for - One: it was not something he would expect anyone to do after being threatened. And two: Hugo remembered that he "works" for him as it was decided in the cemetery.

As he heard those calming words and looked deeply into ace's eyes, his eyes started tearing up and his stand started to disappear "I'm... Sorry.." he said gently and with a great amount of regret.

As he leaned forward to place his head on ace's chest to hug him, he felt a severe sting in his chest area and at once he found himself struggling for breath. The boy looked at Rockefeller and felt the same as a minute ago. Although he wanted to defend himself at once, his stand didn't come out for he could not breath and grasped and grasped for air.

Hugo almost collapsed but found his body being held standing by Rockefeller. This did not excuse him in any way and Hugo was rightfully infuriated. As soon as Rock tried to say something about an explanation towards the rest of the group, Hugo gathered all the air he could in his lungs and swung at Rockefeller aiming directly at his chin with his fist.

"An injured *cough* dog... *gasp* bites hard..."

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Odiel was stunned to silence at what she saw. She listened to Max's words, and agreed with all of them. Ace and Hugo had nothing but pity and support for the boy. Odiel supposed she pities him to. One of the bodies she could see was Herrmann, meaning the one whose face was beyond recognition must be Kleine.

"None of the rest of you would know who they are," Odiel started, in a quiet restrained voice full of suppressed anger. "Their names were Herrmann and Kleine. They were a pair of troublemakers. Bullies who doggedly harassed the people of this town. I had no love for them. I've had strong words with them more times than I can count. But they've been a part of my life here since I arrived. Seeing them dead...it's upsetting..."

She sighed, and looked around."I know of a few places we could hide the bodies, but transporting them unseen will be an issue. And we'll need to clean up the blood. That will at least keep the Nazis from noticing they're dead for a few hours, until they need to report in." She look towards the group of Hugo, Ace and Rock, an there was anger towards Hugo, perhaps even hatred, in her eyes. "I'm making a promise right now. I am never letting that boy out of my sight again. He needs protection, but others need to be protected from him much more than that."


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Maximus sighed as the two began to come to blows. He did not have time for this: they had a captive to save. "Perhaps it would be best if we let those two sort themselves out. The longer we wait, the further Rosie gets from safety: figuratively and potentially literally." He looked in the direction of the subway, a plan beginning to form in his head. "I have an idea on how to handle this situation. Well, several actually. It is best that we get started soon." He looked over at Ace. "As the one other person besides Frau Krupps and myself who has not made an incredibly stupid move in the last few minutes, you're welcome to do as you please."

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Ace took a quick glance at Odiel when she finished talking as he waited for Hugo to calm down, he understood where she was coming from, but didn’t completely agree with her. He decided to not start a discussion. “Have you forgotten? I already told you that I’d be responsible for anything he did, so-” He would’ve kept going but Rockefeller suddenly attacked Hugo, to which the kid responded in kind.

Ace helped Hugo keep standing, in place of Rock. “Kid, an injured dog is still injured, so don't move, and let me help.” He wasn’t angry but felt that he had to be strict to get through.

“I’ll stay behind to check the kid’s condition; you two can go on ahead.” He said to both Max and Odiel. “Of course, that isn’t a suggestion, so get going. We’ll catch up with you in no time.” He turned back to Rockefeller “And you. You’d better have a great explanation. Speak.” He threatened, Heavensent appearing behind Ace.

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As much as Odiel didn't want to admit it, Ace was right. Besides, she was letting her emotions get the better of her. The logical thing to do would be to trust Ace to get rid of the bodies and keep an eye on Hugo. In a sense, he was in turn trusting her to retrieve Rosie safely. "Alright," she answered. "I don't know why but I suspect you know how to get rid of bodies. I leave Hugo in your care."

She turned to Rock. "I don't understand what you did, I I suspect there's a reason, and it had something to do with your Stand's abilities. As Max said, you're welcome to help whoever you wish. Now let's go." She gave a curt nod to Max, and then turns and headed to the direction of the Subway.

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Once they reached the entrance, Odiel saw two people standing next to the subway entrance. They were trying to blend in. One was reading a paper, leaning against a wall. The other was smoking, standing close to the door itself. Odiel wouldn't have spared them a second thought ordinarily, but now she new the subway entrance was a hideout, it was obvious that they were sentinels. "Wait here," Odiel spoke to Max )and Rock?) in German, before approaching one of them with a smile on her face. She addressed him in English, though her German accent was a giveaway that she wasn't a civilian. At least, as far as they'd know. "Good morning! Could you pass on a message to your supervisor in the Subway that the Nurse's friends would like to see her?"



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[Assailant]

Maximus stepped behind a treeline to avoid being seen by the sentinels. It was possible that the Brit had informed them of his appearance, and the last thing he needed was to make Odiel's job even harder. Besides, even if that wasn't the case, he was still wearing his uniform. That alone would be enough to cause a fight. However, he had a plan if things went south, and he needed to use force. Ideally, that would be avoided.

The guards perked up a bit as Odiel approached. They obviously didn't give away that they were guards, but they braced themselves if intervention was necessary. However, as Odiel spoke, they looked at each other in confusion. There was a noticeable German accent to her voice, indicating that she was clearly not a native or one of their own. Furthermore, her knowledge of the nurse's presence was highly suspect. However, she wasn't carrying any hostile intent, nor any weapons so far as they could tell. She also wasn't in uniform.

After a few meaningful glances at one another, the smoking guard stamped out his cigarette and gestured to the man next to him. "Stay here while I relay this." The guard with the newspaper, for his part, brushed aside his coat to reveal a hidden handgun on his hip. Not a threat, just insurance to make sure Odiel knew her position here and not to try anything. With one last meaningful nod, the man descended into the subway station while his partner watched Odiel.

As he exited into the main station, he approached Adelaide. Without Liam around, he supposed she was the next person to report to.

"We have someone at the entrance claiming to be the nurse's friend, she wants to meet her. She sounds like a Jerry, but she's not wearing a uniform, and I didn't spot any weapons on her. She appears to be alone."

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[Minako]

Adelaide had finished delivering the little healer a glass of milk while the two Brits were having breakfast of their own, displeased and a smidge hurt the tiny female hadn't touched her food, but well... At least the damn cat was eating. Ungrateful little ball of fur!

"Jesus christ, Liam, where are you?" Adelaide thought to herself as she took a swig of coffee from her mug and tried not to sigh to herself.

She got the sinking feeling this healer wasn't going to join them easily, and convincing her to get behind their cause was going to be one of the most difficult things she'd ever do. And Liam had gone missing trying to get her, so that was already triple the pressure!

Debating on whether or not to talk to the two Brits (Not that their conversation was anything she found particularly interesting, but for some reason the new guy the once injured Brit summoned for a second looked like he had seen a ghost, and had went from "jokey" to "spooked" quick enough to raise a brow at least) but ultimately decided their breakfast banter could stay between them, and if anything truly important came up, William would let her know.


As if the universe wanted to prove her right on her decision, one of the guards that was stationed out front came in and... Apparently someone outside wanted to talk to a nurse. Adelaide raised a brow as she turned to the only possible person they could mean... And, now that she thought about it... didn't William also describe this girl as a nurse last night to her as well?

...Wait a minute... How did someone even know she was here?

She's only been here a night!

"What the... Tell 'em they're not coming a step freaking closer until we get their name and purpose and relation to this ki-- Er, nurse, and if they value their lives they should be content to leave with 'em and NOT her."

She felt a little bad keeping the frightened chil-- er... Young looking woman alone here, but they were the good guys who were gonna try to keep her unharmed and who on earth could this modest nurse know that could track her down here, let alone so soon after being brought here?

At the very least, though the girl had popped her head up once the word "nurse" was said, she sorta slumped it down after that, clearly trying to think of who she knew the guard could possibly mean.